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Tim and Z warmly invite you to this year’s blog party on Saturday 21st July. Thanks for all the replies so far, we’re looking forward to seeing you.

Picture of Zerlina! (and a paper bag)

Weeza has put up a fabulous picture on Ro’s site, which is if you’ve forgotten about it. Do go to the Gallery and look at the Flickr pictures – I think you might know which one it is. Ro hadn’t even asked them to make a bag because he thought they wouldn’t want to bother, with a 5 week old baby and all.

I’ve been busy on paperwork today, with more to do but the worst is done. I must spend a fair bit of tomorrow cooking, because I’ve promised to stock up Weeza and Phil’s freezer again.

I also need to think what I’m going to take to London, and I’m wondering if I can really work fast and spare Friday afternoon to go to the Goldsmiths’ Fair. I don’t know, there’s a lot to do, but it’s marvellous, really – do go along if you have time (and can get to the City of London, obv). There are loads of things to see and the prices are by no means outrageous. Everything is designed and made by the exhibitors – I can’t enthuse enough. It started today and next week there are a whole new lot of exhibitors. I really do want to go. It’s open until 7 in the evening, so if I can work hard on Thursday and Friday and finish for the day before 4, it would be possible. There’s only four rooms, how hard can it be? Oh, and the landing, hall and two staircases. Hm.

9 comments on “Picture of Zerlina! (and a paper bag)”

Comfy shoes? If you wear trousers you can wear really comfy shoes. I seem to have missed the baby – must go back. Thank God I’ve worked out how to use the greyed out arrows I now have in top left corner.

It is rather an adorable picture, isn’t it? And yes, Pat, comfy shoes are the thing. I feel I should take something nice for the doo on Saturday, but maybe I’ll be forgiven for travelling light – though I already have to be forgiven for not having any garments remotely inspired by Scotland, for there is a Scottish theme, I don’t know why.

Yes, Simon, can you be at Norwich station by 5.30 pm tomorrow? Or Liverpool St Station by 7.30? Islington at about 8 pm would be fine.

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Dramatis personae:
My husband, Lovely Tim or LT for short (though he is actually tall).
My late husband, the Sage, aka Russell.
My children: Dearest daughter Weeza, who has London Ways, is married to Phil. Their daughter is Zerlina Buttercup and their son is Augustus Bufo. Elder son - Al X, is married to Dilly. Their children are Squiffany Virgilia, Maximus Pugsley and Hadrian Swallow. Younger son - Ro married Dora in September 2014 and their first baby, Rufus Russell, was born on 9th June last year.
Big Sister: Wink. She lives in Wiltshire, 230 miles away, but we're much closer than that.
We live with our cat Eloise, a black tortoiseshell half-Ragdoll.
Bantams live in the garden, recent additions being tiny Seramas called Crow, Jet and Yvette, along with three chicks, and cats live in the barns but we feed them and they have ambitions to be pets too. In addition, cows come to visit in the summer. Mostly, they stay in the fields. None of them has got a hoof in the door yet.
There is an annexe to the house, where Roses lives and her beloved, Lawrence, spends a lot of time there. Her son, Boy, lives there too.

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